❝What is life without the emotions that cause ripples and tsunamis in the ocean that exists within us?❞ A dedication to the ocean that exists somewhere deep in us, which we may not be aware of, but are deeply influenced by.

“i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings.”

Arcobaleno, the Italian word for "rainbow." Here's the story of a boy and a girl. Meet Violet and Blue.

lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡

Highest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.

"The cold feels good. The wind Bites; it brings tears To my eyes. My heart remembers. I'm cold, and my eyes are open. I stand in the wind, And I'm still alive." -Tired Heart --- I started this book because poetry was a way for me to get my dark feelings out. The first few poems are basically rants with line spacing; it's at about the 5th one that they get better. Three poems, "Life," "She Writes Poems," and "Anagrams" have been published on TeenInk, and I'm hoping to get more published. --- Cover by @MehatKansha

You never realize how much someone will mean to you when you first meet them. Only time will tell. But sometimes, that time runs out. And your story is at an end. ••• A short story about the fate of two best friends-told only through poems! ••• Warnings: possible cutting and suicide triggers ••• Third place winner of the Mist Awards 2017 Voting winner of the Woods Awards 2017 ••• Completed By: @life_is_wishes

[Highest ranking #79 in poetry] *TRIGGER WARNING* If I can't be the ruler of my own life, if I can't have true control, what's the point of living my lie?

my language teacher told me to write down my poems so here i am. i don't relate to these so don't worry, im not depressed lol. I just like to write about sad things bc it's easy so enjoy!! :) byw not all of these will be sad, happier ones are just harder to write

Read my story Share my worry Look into my soul Know it whole Things I do are Not my will